Jeeva's POV

Someone knocked on my gate due to which I woke up.

I checked the time, it's 8:10 pm.

"Oh! I slept for so long," I muttered before opening the gate.

"What were you doing? How long have Krishav and I've been calling you? Why were you not picking up the calls?" she said in one go.

"But why were you calling me?" I said, still being sleepy.

And suddenly, my eyes opened wide after I realized that she said "Krishav and I", meaning Rish was calling me.

I quickly picked up my phone and checked it.

15 missed calls from Rish.

4 missed calls from Adi.

My eyes widened at it. 15 missed calls?

"Aapke aashiq ji aaye hai bahar," she said sarcastically.

"What aashiq? He is not my aashiq," I declared, walking towards the balcony.

As I slide the balcony's door and stepped out, I saw Rish was standing at the same place where he was standing in the morning.

His gaze was solely focused on my balcony as he appeared to be waiting for me.

My heart was pounding faster because of the way he was staring at me.

His gaze was sending shivers through my body.

"Ab tu aese hi use dekhti rahegi yaa neeche bhi jaegi," Aditi said to me as I nodded my head and went downstairs immediately.

As soon as I reached him, I saw a different glow in his eyes and also tiredness. It looked as if he had traveled.

"Hey!" I said, smiling a bit.

"Hey!" he replied with a soft look on his face.

"Why were you not picking up the calls?" he asked.

"Oh! I was sleeping, I didn't sleep properly last night," I said.

"Because of the pain?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Is is paining too much? Should we go to the doctor again? This time we'll go to another doctor, that doctor didn't cure your pain completely," he said the last line angrily.

"Rish, it's okay. There will undoubtedly be some pain, even though that doctor properly treated my leg. It's just that first of all because of my test I slept late and even woke up early,"I said calmly.

His anger seems to be calming down a bit. He nodded his head and asked, "toh abhi tum theek ho?"

"Yes," I said, nodding my head.

"Aur tumhara test kaisa raha?" he asked.

"Hmm... it went well." I said casually, nodding my head.

"But what are you doing here at this time?" I asked him.

"Uh-actually, I went to pune today an-"

"You went to pune?" I asked, interrupting him in between.

"Yeah,"

"Why?"

"There was a business meeting and I was invited," he said as I nodded my head, understanding why he looked tired.

"Oh okay, but you didn't tell me in the morning?" I asked him.

He looked at me with an amusement look on his face. He smirked and tilted his head.

"But perhaps no one gave me a chance to say anything as she was doubting me whether I flirt with all the girls like I do with her or not," he said. It looks like he is taunting me.

Of course he is taunting you, dumbo. Tere karm hi aese hai, my subconscious mocked me.

"I-i was not doubting you. I was just asking you. Tum hi naraz ho gaye the,"I said, scrunching my nose.

He smiled, looking at me lovingly.

His gaze was filled with love, pure love. 

Love? Does he love me?

"Yes," he said.

"Huh? " I was shocked. Can he hear my mind talks?

"Actually no," he continued.

I was staring at him in an utter shock.

"I was angry but not at you or at your question," he said as I relaxed.

Tu bhi na kuch bhi sochti rehti hai jeeva.

"Then?" I asked, confused.

If he was not angry at me then why did he behave like that?

"Actually it's nothing that concerns you," he said.

I narrowed my eyes. What does he mean by that?

He smiled, came close to me, he placed his hand on my cheek and said, "just remember one thing that I can never be angry with you. Never- ever"

I was looking at him, trying to read his eyes. Which were clearly showing love and admiration for me.

"Main ek pal ke liye khud se naraz ho sakta hoon par tumse kabhi nahi," he said, his eyes showing sincerity.

"Kyu?" that came out as a mere whisper.

"Kyuki tum narazagi ke liye nahi ishq ke liye bani ho," he stated.

I took a deep breath as I don't know how to react.

"And.." he continued.

"And?"

"I bought something for you," he said as he put his hand in his pocket and took out a box.

It was a beautiful blue velvet box.

He opened that box and there was a silver bracelet. It was so beautiful.

I gasped as I took the box from his hand and admired the bracelet.

"Rish, it's so beautiful," I said, glancing at him.

He smiled at me.

"But I cannot accept it as it seems so costly and I cannot take an expensive gift from anyone," I said, giving the box back to him.

"But I bought it specially for you," he said with a cute little pout.

Cute.

"I didn't ask you to bring something for me and it's not even my birthday," I said , folding my hands to my chest.

His eyes flicker between my face and chest. I looked down following his gaze. My chest has risen a little.

"Aye, don't do t-that," he said, stuttering.

I raised an eyebrow as I looked at him, narrowing my eyes.

"What?" I asked.

His cheeks were tinted red as he was blushing.

I bit my inner cheeks, trying to control my smile.

"I-i mean don't deny my gift," he said, making a straight face.

"Rish, i wouldn't have denied it but it's too expensive for me. I can't take it. And why did you buy me a gift when it's not even my birthday,"I asked.

"Arey, Seeing this bracelet reminded me of you," he said, innocently.

I smiled.

"Achha, If it was your birthday, would you have accepted this gift?" he asked, curiously.

"N-"

"Okay so, Take this as your birthday gift," he said without even letting me speak.

"Arey but-"

"Arey-varey kuch nahi abhi maine keh diya toh keh diya. Tumhe ye lena hi padega ab tum chahe ise rakho ya fenko, tumhari marzi," he said facing the other side.

"Fenko? How can I throw such a beautiful thing?" I asked him.

"I don't know, it's yours so you can do whatever you want with it," he declared.

Ziddi ladka.

"You know, you're behaving like a ziddi ladka" I said  as he glanced at me.

"You know you too behave like a ziddi ladki" he said, mocking me.

His phone started ringing. He looked at his phone and as soon as he looked at the caller id, his facial expressions changed from soft to serious.

He looked at me and then cut the call.

I raised my eyebrows and said, "you should've received the call."

"It was not important," he declared, placing his phone in his pocket.

"But seeing your expressions it seemed that it was important," I said.

He smirked and asked, " So you read my facial expressions?"

"N-no, i was saying that if it was important then you should've received it," i said, nervously.

He shook his head and said, "nothing's more important than you," he paused.

He came close to me, placed his both hands on my waist, pulling me close to him as our chest collided a bit.

He moved his face close to my ear as his hot breathe was fanning on the side of my neck. 

He whispered, " I don't flirt with any other girl except you. It's you, Only you have the power to make me flirt with you. No one has this much audacity to even make me talk to them unless and until I want."

"Understood?" he asked as I nodded.

He smiled and kissed my forehead.

I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of his lips on my skin. No one has ever kissed me on the forehead except my mother. Not only on the forehead but anywhere. Because I don't like physical touch. It's not my thing. I got it from my father, he too is not fond of physical touches.

My mother kisses me on the forehead sometimes jab unko mujhpe zyada pyaar aa jaata hai toh. But as far as I remember, I don't know when she last kissed me, probably when I was in 12th standard because After twelfth, I started spending more time outside my house.

So yeah, no one other than my mother has ever kissed me.

But today, he did it and for some strange reason I'm liking his touch. I should've stopped him from coming closer to me when he held me from my waist but I didn't, why? I don't know.

The only thing I know is that I like his touch, I like it when he comes closer to me, when he look at me, I like his everything.

Though, I shouldn't.

I opened my eyes when I felt his hot breath on my face.

He was staring at me. 

His gaze was doing something to me.

"Don't look at me like that," I said as my voice came out as a mere whisper.

"Like what?" he asked.

"Like the way you are looking at me now,"

"Why?"

"Because it-it's doing something in my stomach," I said, trying my best not to stutter but failed miserably.

His smile grew wider as he said, "then that's a good thing."

My eyes were examining his face.

His black eyes are so beautiful. Oh! His eyelashes are so long, I'm jealous of him.

And his lips ohh! So plumpy and soft.

I was so shamelessly looking at his lips when he said, " ab tum bhi mujhe vese hi dekh rahi ho jese ki main tumhe dekh raha tha,"

"Huh?" I looked at him and I realized the position in which we were standing.

I took a few steps back as he removed his hands from my waist and suddenly I missed the warmth of his hands.

I looked down at my hands which were holding the blue velvet box.

I licked my lips as they were dry.

Again, I looked at him. He had a huge smirk on his face.

Smirking at me, he went to his bike, sat on it and said, "be ready, tomorrow morning."

And rode off.

I took a deep breath which I was holding for I don't know how long.

I looked around to see if anyone was watching. And thank god no one was watching.

I turned back to go inside the hostel. That's when I saw Adi was standing on my balcony with a mischievous smile on her face.

Ahh! now she is gonna tease me.

I rolled my eyes before going inside the hostel and preparing myself for her questions.

I opened the gate of my room and saw Aditi was sitting on my bed, folding her legs.

I walked inside my kitchen, ignoring her.

I took a bowl In which I added some daal and washed them. I turned around from the sink, I saw Aditi looking at me with the same playful smile, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"What?" I said as I walked towards the gas stove and placed the bowl on the counter.

"Kya chal raha hai tum dono ke beech mein?" she asked.

I turned around and leaned on the counter and said, "kuch nahi chal raha."

"Yeh jhooti tassali tu apne aap ke liye rakh," she said.

"Main koi jhooti tassali nahi de rahi aur tu kya jaanna chahti hai?" I asked, sighing.

"Wahi jo tu nahi batana chahti," she said.

"Aisa kuch nahi hai toh tujhe kya batau," I said as I started walking towards the room, Aditi trailing behind me.

"Dekh tu nahi batana chahti toh mat bata. Main tujhe force nahi karungi par please apne aap se jhoot mat bolna aur apne dil ki sun na kyuki mujhe pata hai tu yeh 'kuch nahi hai - kuch nahi hai' kehke apne aap ko tassali de rahi hai na ki mujhe," she said before going towards the door as she opened it.

she turned back before stepping out of the room and said," I don't know what's going on in your mind but Krishav likes you a lot," and went out, closing the door behind.

I sat on the edge of the bed and her words were roaming in my mind 'Krishav likes you a lot.'

Does he really like me? 

As if you didn't know his feelings, my brain said.

I had a doubt if he likes me or not but today it became clear that he really likes me.

I smiled at this thought, but my smile fell at the thought that Does he really deserve me?

I mean, i can't get into a relationship at this time. I don't want him to wait for me but i kind of want him to do that too.

Because I myself don't know how much time will i take to say yes to him and it would be selfish of me to ask him to wait. 

He does not need to wait for me.

No, why would he?

It's my decision not to be in a relationship, not his. So, why would he wait for me?

Anyway, it hasn't been long since he started liking me, if we start keeping distance from each other now then we won't face much trouble in the future.

Yes, it would be better to keep our distance from each other. Otherwise, these feelings will break me and him in the future.

I have to talk to him about this matter.

Yes, i will talk about this to him tomorrow.

He doesn't deserve me. I am scared that i will break his heart in the future, unintentionally.

And i won't let that happen to him. i will not break his heart.